My Players Are So Fierce

1468: 494.

What era are we in that we’re still using traditional contracts?

We need to keep up with the times, understand?_3

1468: 494.

What era are we in that we’re still using traditional contracts?

We need to keep up with the times, understand?_3

“Twilight hidden in shadows has already pressed its gun against our heads, and now only rebellion offers us a last glimmer of hope.

I will tell Lord Pa Ying the news at the right time.

I believe he must have been prepared, having cunningly battled with the subspace for a thousand years.

But the appearance of Mannis at this moment is not necessarily a bad thing, we can make every effort to salvage the poor situation, even if it’s just to tilt the balance back a little bit.

I’ve decided to accept Mannis’s demand to become my guardian of the Star Realm.

But don’t worry.

I already have a way to minimize this influence.”

“How do you plan to do that?”

Triss looked at Murphy, who shrugged and said:

“Mannis may be like a cunning devil, but I have a ‘devil’s advocate’ right by my side.

His Excellency Crow has caused enough trouble in Avalon’s Sanctuary, hopefully, his lawyering skills are still intact.”

“Ding”

At the same moment, Crow, who was cleaning the Avalon Cathedral like a devoted believer, heard the buzzing of the Calculating Pearl.

He looked down in surprise at his character interface and discovered a hidden mission named “Making the Most” had been activated.

Mr.

Morphy, the local Governor, had invited him to the Blood Vulture Corridor and offered quite a nice reward.

“Hmm, interesting.”

With a humble smile, Crow bowed to the statue of Avalon behind him, leaving under the worshipful gaze of the young priests and nuns in the Cathedral with elegant and proper steps.

Just from the outside, anyone would think that this refined man is a sincere believer.

But only a small number of people know that he is a dreadful infidel.

Not only is he an infidel, but he is also assuming important roles in today’s Avalon Church and Adventurer Guild as an infidel; worse still, many sincere believers regard him as a blessed person of Avalon and are willing to follow Crow’s instructions.

This is terrifying, brother.

“Where are you going?”

As Crow rode an Old Horse out of the camp, Natalie, who was leading a warhorse back to the Sanctuary, passed by him, and the fully armed Huntress inquired:

“Have you finally become unable to bear the rebuke from my God and decided to flee this land of faith with your tail between your legs?

You infidel.”

“No, no, no, I’ve just been called upon and I must respond,” Crow said from horseback, saluting Miss Natalie with a gentle tone:

“The revision of the Avalon canon is not yet complete, and the church reform has just started, the young monks need my guidance to discern right from wrong, and reshape their proper understanding of the relationship between Divine Spirit and humans.

As Father Eugene’s most capable Assistant, my mission here has just started.

I know you have issues with me, Lady Natalie.

But please do not doubt my determination to help you all.

Moreover, you’ve missed two sessions of psychological counseling; I’m not sure why you are resistant to such beneficial treatment, but I hope you will come to my tent on time tonight.

I must ensure that the leader of the Avalon Church does not have any emotional vulnerabilities that can be exploited.”

“You’re just prying into my past!

I despise you!” Natalie said in a low voice:

“You’re trying to drag my sincere faith into the abyss, to make me an infidel like you!

You are a villain, the most despicable person I’ve met in the first half of my life!”

“What’s wrong with being like me?

To see the nature of faith, you have to detach from it.

You can never see the mountain clearly through the mist.

Only when you understand the significance of faith will you become a true messenger of Avalon on Earth.”

Crow softly asked:

“Look what your faith has done to you, a soul full of holes needing to be filled, and you still can’t let go of the sin of ‘patricide.’

Even though Old Feinock’s death had nothing to do with you.

Lady Natalie, just be obedient.”

You need healing!

Otherwise, you will walk a path not desired by Avalon, facing enemies adept at crushing you from the spiritual level, and there is still a terrifying flaw in your mental armament.

Tonight at half-past eight, I will be waiting for you in the tent.

If you do not come, I will persuade Lord Eugene to tie you up and bring you here, knowing that many people care about you and you should not let them down.

That’s all.

There’s no need to regard me as an enemy, our relationship is merely that of a patient and a doctor.

You need help, I provide it, that’s all.”

Having said this, Crow smiled, pulled on the reins, and sped off towards Blood Vulture Corridor.

Behind him, Huntress clenched her fists.

She watched the Exotic Lands bastard in front of her, grinding her teeth—if only she was more adept in theological debate…

Damn it!

She really should not have invested all her talent points in combat and reconnaissance.

Ten minutes later, Crow knocked on Murphy’s office door.

It was his first time meeting the Governor alone.

He had prepared several strategies to exhibit his respect for the main-line NPC to gain favor, but Murphy cut directly to the chase and said:

“Your Excellency Crow, I know you are well-versed in legalese in your world and are highly knowledgeable about contracts and agreements.

Hence, I need you to draft a contract for me.”

“Oh?”

Crow blinked in surprise and said:

“What kind of contract would that be?

Personally, I’m only proficient in criminal law; my understanding of commercial law is not exceptional.”

“In terms you can understand…”

Murphy sat in his office chair, hands clasped beneath his chin, looking directly at Crow and said:

“A contract with the devil!

I need to ensure I maintain more of the initiative under the premise of close collaboration.

Of course, it is an equal contract, so I need you to grant me as much liberty in my actions without interference, all while keeping it fair.

Can you do that?”

“Ah, what you need is not a contract but a disclaimer.”

Crow smiled implicitly and said:

“Drafting such an agreement that offends the very concept of law goes against my professional ethics, Your Excellency Governor, so, I…”

“Avalon is watching you.”

Murphy said softly:

“I can feel it, the God of Nature is enraged because you have been behaving recklessly on His sacred land, attempting to restructure the relationship between gods and humans, transforming a faith organization into a goal-oriented, vibrant group.

You are trying to replace the original systems of Avalon Believers with a concept centered around ‘fair exchange.’

You are trying to release the Divine Spirit’s flock back into the wilderness, to let them live not for their faith but for the beliefs they choose themselves.

That’s quite bold.

If it were not for Transylvania, you might’ve already been bound to a stake.

You see, Your Excellency Crow, I’m not asking you to violate your professional ethics.

I’m only asking you to protect my precarious soul to the greatest extent in the contract I am about to undertake.

You are a lawyer in your world.

I’ve read up on your culture; isn’t a lawyer’s job to protect the disadvantaged?

You know, before Old Feinock died, he entrusted his daughter to me.

Given what you are doing to Lady Natalie right now, I have sufficient grounds to banish you from Transylvania.

But I do know that you are just trying to help her in your way, you bear no ill will.

So, please, also help this vampire in need of assistance.”